Oblique

Only one month/five weeks-ish until school is over! I am just s'darn excited to go back to work at my job in the greenhouse, and I finally have a car again, so getting to work wont be a problem! Things are falling into place! Well, sort of- I have yet to figure out what my grad piece is going to be.  The debate going on in my mind is objects versus videos.  On the one hand, I consider my videos to be my "real" work- the crowning achievement of my technologically-challenged, luddite self.  On the other hand, I've been making & collecting these strange, fetishistic and useless little objects all year now, and it would be a damn shame to never exhibit them, because I just love them so much.  But strangely enough the videos and the objects don't really work together, so it'll have to be one or the other.  I am leaning towards doing something with the objects, so I need to get my shit together ASAP.

In the meantime, it's thursday, so I don't have class, therefore I must get back to painting little kitty heads on my finger nails.

Downhill

Yikes.  I am sitting in my studio completely bored and disengaged and uninspired.  I realized this morning while watching some film on the YBA's, that "Artist" isn't even my DREAM JOB.  Don't get me wrong- being an art student has been (for the most part) extremely enjoyable and eye-opening and self-discovering and all that crap, but it all dawned on me as I drew the venn diagram for my "dream job", that this is resolutely NOT my path in life.  The venn diagram looked something like this:

Circle #1: Creative intellectual
Circle #2: Writer (non-fiction, and opinion-based editorial stuff)
Circle #3: Gardener/greenhouse worker

Update: there was an asian man sitting near me on the bus with his shoes off while I wrote this

And there, at the crux of these three circles, lies my dream job.  It'd be cool if it paid a decent salary, with benefits and vacation time and everything!

77 days until graduation.

Foot in the door

The good news is this: I am finally back in my studio.  And after the first chat of the new year with my six-time studio instructor (it just worked out that I've taken his classes every semester since my second year!), and all-around favorite person ever, Jim, I am feeling much better about things.  I am on the road to making things, and I think I've finally reached a decision to either take a year off, and try my hand at gettin' a foot in the door with the arts journalism community (though, this endeavor might prove easier said than done...), or look into post-BFA journalism programs at either SAIT or Mount Royal University.  So that's good news.  Plus I am currently stuffing my face with Swiss Chalet leftovers, which always makes me happy.  It reminds me of this graphic novel I read called Skim, where the girl goes and hides from her classmates in an actual Swiss Chalet restaurant because everybody annoys her.  I don't blame her one bit.
Soon I'll stop chronicling the inner-workings of my mind at try to get back to more professional-type postings.  But alas, my brain is a total pastiche of thoughts and layers.

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YES!!!!!!!!!!

Today is the best day ever! After enduring a brutalizing morning listening to a painful reading of the PRNT211: Intro to Intaglio (in-tal-ee-OH) course outline, and a stern warning from the frightening and flamboyant print technician regarding how everything in this room has the potential to kill or maim me, I made what I thought was a futile trip to the registrar's office, to see if there was any other elective that did not require (again!) painful technical demonstrations and safety lectures and equipment quizzes (note: I'd spent my entire past week stuck at home, ravaged by the effects of an unholy head cold, all the while searching the ends of the earth to locate an adequate drawing elective to replace the equally horrible friday Print on Cloth class: DRWG 203: Representations of Nature turned out to be my saving grace!)  Anyways, so after all of the trouble I went to, e-mailing teachers, and trying my luck with online registration, I thought I'd be up the creek.  But, as it turns out- and I've had two different registrar gals check and double check, followed up by a little investigative verification of my own, I DON'T NEED THIS CLASS ANYWAYS. Yep, I am happy to say that what with working hard, taking 5 classes per semester since first year, and a few transfer credits, I am a mere three courses away from graduation. That means TWO FREE DAYS. Of course, by "free days", I mean, working in my own studio, at my own leisure and pace, completing whatever the fuck I deem important on my to-do list.  And yes, that will also mean extra naps.
Hooray Hooray Hooray.
Plus, this is just further proof as to why I chose the right major: because painting can't kill me! Well, I suppose I could use copious amounts of Cadmium Red each and everyday forever to get a little heavy metal poisoning.  But all that really does is mess up your reproductive organs, and I hate babies anyways! Win-Win!

The Bloop

Today I stumbled upon this wikipedia entry about what is formally known as "The Bloop", which is basically a high frequency, underwater noise that has no traceable origin.  Hmm.  Sounds a lot like my art.  I rather like this connection, as I am frequently considering how my "creatures" come into being, and it is usually THROUGH (not BY) accident, which sounds a lot like THE BLOOP. A big, organic, natural, ACCIDENT. Unless it's aliens.  Which would also be pertinent to my interests. Very much so.

BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloop

My favorite colors in hierarchal order

1. Frosting pink
2. Hot pink
3. Sludge
4. Shiny
5. Skin color
6. GLOW IN THE DARK

the artist's hand.

Oh, here it is. 

PUDDLES!

Yes! As a kid I totally loved this show! And why wouldn't I? It involves a girl who has been drenched in toxic waste and given superpowers! Superpowers that include morphing into a shiny puddle of liquid mercury or something! It all makes sense now! Thanks to childhood programming that subconsciously informs the aesthetic tendencies of the adult psyche! This is probably the reason that I am fixated on shiny puddles and stuff.

Waaaahhh

Ah school, I miss you already. 

Maybe one day soon my blog posts will get cool and relevant or something.

Daydreamin' and procrastinatin'

insightful musings about art and pimpin'.

Ah, a momentary break from my laborious toil in pursuit of arts and completed homework (yeah, right...) to revel in the utter glory that is THIS GUY:

The sassiest note I ever passed

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